Suicidal Outbreaks

The people watched him back out of the parking lot. Some were squinting to see through the tinted windows to see if I was still on his lap.

When he changes the gear, I shift back and forth. I grab the head of the seat and wrap my arms around it.

"Girl," he moans, "I gotta see."

I lift up my arm. I maintain my balance and grab his shoulders. I waited until we were about 5 minutes away from the pavilion to start my original plan. It was a 35 minute drive back to the hotel.

I grabbed his shoulders tight and leaned in to grind on his lap. He tilted his head from side to side to try to ignore it. I did it with more volume, up and down slowly. He moaned under his breath. I went faster and faster. His breath slowed. There was a little blue car behind us.

I stopped until we were on the highway. I started up again, the same way I did before. Then, I bobbed up and down on him. I could feel him . I went back to grinding deep. He couldn't mask his moans any longer. He startled me when he bucked his waist up, making it go in me. I stop and stare blankly. I leaned into his neck and gave him hickeys.

He pulled his car over, on the side of the highway. I watched him untie the strings of my dress. He puts his hands on my bare skin. He goes up and down my body. Up to my boobs, and down my thighs. He opens my thighs wider.

"Do it again baby." He moans.

"Ok daddy," I giggle under my breath.

I didn't have any underwear underneath so he stuck his finger underneath me as I grinded. I didn't notice until it went inside me.

"Holy shit," I moaned loud.

"Don't stop," He leaned his head back.

I picked up the speed, making it more enjoyable for the both of us. I tried to grab something for balance, but nothing was comfortable. I grabbed the door handle and cup holder.

"Up and down baby," he stuttered.

I paused for a second. He puts his finger deeper in me. I moan.

"Do it," he demands in a deep raspy demanding voice.

"Yes daddy," I gulp.

I go up, lining myself up with his finger. At first I go slow, making sure I don't miss. Then I get used to it, and speed up faster.

Luke takes his hand off the wheel and places it on my waist. He pushes me up and down way faster than my comfort zone. As he did this, he pushed his finger higher. I moan as loud as my vocal cords lets me. Then, he stops.

"Luke!" I scream, "don't you dare do this!"

"Layla," he said in a tone that scared me, "that car has been following us since we left the pavilion."

I turn around. It was the little blue car. I grab the steering wheel.

"I'll let you finish." He says lustfully. He inserts his finger until his knuckle reaches my skin.

"Holy fucking shit Luke," I scream.

"I thought it was daddy," he pulled it out.

"Fine," I beg.

"Come and get it," he teased.

I grip the steering wheel harder and push back at his finger. It goes all the way in. He wiggled his finger. I pulled back toward the steering wheel again and again and again until I was ready.

"This is your reward for eating," he said.

Luke grabs my ass and licks me. He sucks it straight from the roots.

"LUKE," I moan. My phone buzzed and I jumped.

"Shit," I grab my phone and answer Zoey's call.

"Hey girl," she laughs.

"Uhm I'm kind of busy," I hold my phone to my face.

"Girl," she said in an usher tone, "am I dreaming, or is Luke Hemings in front of your ass."

"HOLY SHIT!" I yell, "you were not supposed to see that!"

"WTF," she yelled.

"I'll explain later," I promise. I hung up.

"So much for keeping us underground until we figure everything out." He said coldly.

"In my defense, I was not the one eating me out." I answered with a chuckle. He smiled and smacked me playfully. "Do you think the people in the car were recording us?"

"Definitely," he answered.

Sheer panic arose. I turned around and hugged Luke. He began driving off again. As expected, the little blue car followed us. He was so warm. He was like my personal heating pad.

"So about this suicide," he broke the silence. I sighed loudly. "I really want to know."

"What exactly do you want to know?" I ask.

"Well," he thought, "how were you gonna do it?"

"Overdose," I said coldly.

He was quiet for a minute, "on what?"

"My sleeping and anxiety/depression pills" I said, "mix both and you have battery acid."

"Why," he gulped, "why didn't you ever ask me or anyone for help?"

"How would I?" I cried softly, "you would have beaten him up instantly. I would have gotten in deeper trouble by him. There would have been no evidence of his crime, and I would be his property."

I wrap my hands around his neck, "it would have been easier if I died."

"Shut up Layla," he blurted out. "I am sick and tired of your suicidal outbreaks."

"I wouldn't have brought you into this mess!"

"I do not give a shit! Layla, it's all in the past. I would rather fight against Greyson than you be dead! I love you to pieces."

It got deadly silent as we pulled up to the hotel.

"I am going to cool off in the hot tub." He tells me whilst grabbing the undersides of my thighs. "Come back when you are done with Zoey."

I follow him into the room, and he changes into his swimsuit. I plop on the bed as Luke leaves. I FaceTime Zoey.

"Took you long enough," she blabbered.

"Sorry we were fighting-," I shut up.

"Ooh about what?" She seemed interested.

"Oh just something stupid," I laughed it off.

"Start to end girl!" She squealed.

"I woke up with Luke in my room. We traveled to the middle-of-nowhere town. He stopped at an old motel. We were too lazy to eat. We ended up sleeping in the same bed."

She giggled.

"Not like that." I blushed, "anyways, I woke up in his arms. He took me to IHOP where I hardly ate anything which we fought over. We stopped at the beach where I literally stole his fucking breath. We made out the whole time we were there. We also went skinny dipping. We fought about my scars. Made out. Got threats from Greyson. He ate me out."

Zoey was a little dumbfounded, "backtrack. WHAT!?"

"I talk too much don't I?" I chortle. "Whoops."

"Was that earlier today?" She laughed, "when I caught y'all?"

"Oh no that's a different story!" I laugh.

"Ok," she sighed trying to hold in her laughter, "go on."

"I seduced him." Her jaw dropped. "Then you texted me. We were on our way to the pavilion. We were drinking and shit. Grinding. Slow dancing, too. When we were leaving, I told Luke about what happened with Greyson. He broke down. I sat on his lap and talked it out. I dared him to drive with him on my lap. Then, 5 minutes in, I started grinding and shit. After a while, he pulled over. I wasn't wearing any underwear. Obviously. He stuck a finger in there and then 10 minutes later, you called me."

"After that?" She asked.

"We were just fighting about my suicide." I said normally.

"Excuse me," she paused, "about WHAT?"

"Shit," I groaned.

As much as I felt bad about it, I ended the call. I talk too much.

Then, it hit me. We never checked to see if the blue car followed us all the way to the motel. Why would someone follow us?

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I wrote this like 6 months ago. Whats wrong with me. Anyways ifs a little smutty but a chapter…